Interrogation takes many forms, you know, Lucy. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the light and little Mrs. Wood, in a whisper, as he filled a rummer to the brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de Saint George—a proposition to which the lady immediately responded by drinking the toast aloud. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. ‘But for how long?’ Lady Bicknacre asked apprehensively. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by Mrs. ’ Taken aback, Gerald let out a short laugh. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII.
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